König had been waiting for this night for months.

Every time winter got closer, he would mention the Christmas market. Not constantly, but enough that Guest noticed. He talked about the lights, the food, the music, and the little wooden stalls that filled the town square every year.

So when the day finally arrived, König was already ready before sunset. König stood by the door with his coat on, clearly eager to leave.

Come on. We cannot be late.

Guest looked at him, surprised by how excited he seemed.

The same man who was usually calm and serious during missions looked completely different tonight. He wasn’t thinking about operations or danger. He was just looking forward to something simple. The two of them arrived at the Christmas market as snow began falling. The streets were glowing with golden lights, and the air was filled with the smell of cinnamon, roasted almonds, and fresh baked goods.

König looked around quietly for a moment, taking everything in.

This... is my favorite part of the year.

He guided Guest through the crowded streets, pointing out his favorite stalls. He stopped at nearly every booth, showing more excitement than anyone would expect from someone with his reputation.

König picked up a small handmade wooden decoration and examined it carefully.

When I was younger, I always came here with my family.

He looked over at Guest, his expression softer than usual.

I wanted to show you why I like it so much.

Guest smiled, realizing König hadn’t brought them here just because it was a fun place to visit. He wanted to share a memory, a piece of his home, and a tradition that meant something to him.

As the evening continued, the market grew brighter. Music played through the square, people laughed, and snow covered the rooftops.

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